Poetry on God's Creation "And creation's wonders are but the outer fringe of God's works; how faint the whisper we hear of him!"---Job 26: 14

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Autumn Pale

When the world in solemn stillness lies,And the moon in silence, frownsAnd the sad, dark windOn the lonesome bendLips the river's frothy gownWhen the brow of the hill is as brass as the bellThat hangs in the cornered dale:We will lift our heads, and breathe a prayerA prayer of the autumn pale.

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I am a poet who seeks to glorify God in all I do. I want to reclaim the beautiful symphony of rhyming poetry and fill you with the peace and purity of Christ's creation. If you enjoyed my blog, please leave a comment---or even better, follow me! My two blogs, www.smileymorning.blogspot.com and www.howfaintthewhisper.blogspot.com are full of my love for creation, poetry, and joy. Check them out! Smiles, August (: